in the land of Ammaze,
there was a tribe of people who lived in a very big cave on the
banks of a very big river that emptied out into the nearby very
big ocean. The Cave, as they called it, was very spacious.
The ceiling was much higher
than anyone could jump up and touch, even the tallest among them,
or even the Tribe's Head Woman, who was at least a head taller
than even the tallest man. Not the Medicine Keeper, the Strong
Man, the Hunting Woman, or the Storyteller - but then, he was
over a hundred turns old and wouldn't want to try such a thing,
The People, as they
called themselves, lived a happy life. They hunted and played
and laughed and sang; they planted, cultivated, harvested, enjoyed
bright summers and stored plenty of food for the long cold winters;
they had games and contests and tale-tellings, and gatherings
with neighboring tribes.
They shared and created
and traded many beautiful objects and skills. In short, they
prospered in a full and abundant fashion.
What was really wonderful
about them was that, even though there were so many of them living
in the Cave, they all knew each other well. They loved and respected
each other, and held only the best wishes for not only each other,
but anyone with whom they came into contact.
When a child was born,
it was greeted with song and dance and joyful best wishes for
a beautiful, bountiful, generous life. It was held and loved,
taught and guided, gradually given more and more to do that was
more and more refined and important to the Tribe's survival and
ability to thrive.
There were no fights, no
arguments, no ill feelings. How can this be, one might ask? It
was that there was always a feeling of loving respect and wanting
only the best for the other person, and a deep reverence for
the Spirit of All that resided in each person and all the rest
of the world around them.
They shared and discussed
each others dreams; they worked together harmoniously in singing
joy, no matter how tedious
or difficult the task.
They took pride in what they did, and were generous with all
they had.They loved and carefully tended each other and their
world with deep reverence and respect.
Questions were patiently
answered, always with the end in mind that this quester only
wanted to be and have the highest, widest, most beautiful life
possible. No-one was ever lonely, or intruded upon if they wanted
alone-time. Loving, kind, generous help and support on all levels
was always there for everyone, be it baby, child, adult or Elder.
There was much joy and
contentment and satisfaction in their lives, and wherever the
People went, they spread their love like fairy dust with every
thought, word, act or object they made.
Where is this
world now?, we might ask. Well, neither it nor the People went
anywhere. It's still there. We can find it in our hearts, every
day, all day, all night, all year, our whole lives long.